The first Monday I was free to eat as I pleased, I took the 25-minute drive to Bolton to get my chocolate milk, and there was none. Apparently they make their milk on Monday and don’t guarantee to have it ready until after 2pm. I couldn’t believe it.
So the next Monday I made time again (not a really easy task because I’m pretty busy). I pushed off some paperwork I should have been doing to go get this chocolate milk. I’d clearly become obsessed. This time I went with friends and told them my story, and said I hoped they had the milk this time. We were getting there around 4:30pm, so I was now afraid they would have run out.